The Tiger

The huge ginger tabby with perfect black stains
Terrifying roars, echo round the hot plains

Looming in on his prey, running as fast as the light
With teeth like talons, they pound away in fright

The bone-cruncher smiles, not even out of breath
Full to the brim with the antelope's death

Searching for trails with mysterious eyes
Refusing to sleep-it wastes valuable time

Returns the pack to play with his cubs
But they are still hungary, so on goes the hunt...